“How do you find that capon?”
“Delicious,” answered Buck, who was obliged to keep up the conversation while Bonnaud ate and Eusebe mused. “Delicious! Your poultry-yard is, then, already populated?”
“Not at all. But I have a friend in the market of the Vallée. When I wish to obtain game or poultry, I can always procure the best. I have only to write three days previous. Will you try the matelotte?”
“Directly. You are in a convenient place for fresh fish.”
“Yes, the river is quite near; but the fishermen prefer to send their fish to Paris: they may get a lower price there, but they are sure of a sale. As to fruits, however, the case is different: none can be procured in the whole commune.”
“That is a trifling misfortune.”
“Monsieur Martin, what is the matter with you? You appear sad!”
“No.”
“You do not eat?”